Sweet California — Hell to the no

[Verse 1] I met a guy on Friday night A geezer in a suit and tie Well, he was slick and self-assured Never cared that I was bored I met a guy on Friday night (I hear you sing) I went "Alright!" When he told me I could be "I'm serious, a celebrity!" I asked him "Are you joking?" I asked him "Are you high?" "What kinda smack you smoke in that old professor pipe?" And then I saw the devil, then I saw the truth He goes "I'm on the level" And I went through the roof [Chorus] I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" You may-a got a weaker woman in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul [Verse 2] Of course I wouldn't buy the hype He promised me the world and got a fight He wanted me to join him for a drink And go to bed before my mind could think He told me I was funny, told me he was sure That once I tasted money, I would beg for more And then I saw right through him Then I saw the trap He really though I'd do him Until he felt a slap [Chorus] I told him "Hell!" "Hell to the hell to the no!" I told him "Hell!" "Hell to the hell to the no!" You may-a got a weaker woman in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul [Verse 3] I met a guy on Friday night He offered me the stars to take a ride Told me if I only treat him good I would get a limo right outta the hood Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch [Chorus] I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" You may-a got a weaker woman in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" I told him "Hell" "Hell to the hell to the no" You may-a got a weaker woman in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul Hey, hey!